Twixmas at the Castle
Chuck Jackson and his wife get more than they bargained for when a girl is spotted in the grounds of Waering Castle.
Chapter 1
The group took an extensive tour of the grounds, but found no sign of the girl.
”Admit it, she’s gone,” Chuck said. “We lost her.”
His despondency was short-lived, however, when he observed the large trebuchet standing proudly in the middle of the Percevilles’
private island. “But I gotta get me one of those!”
“Now, do you accept that she’s a ghost?” Harold said.
”No,” Nancy said. “She must be out there somewhere. She needs to be returned to her parents.”
”She doesn’t, mom,” Thelma said. “She needs to be left alone. This is her home now.”
”You’re not suggesting we adopt the girl, do you?” Margaret said.
”No, I‘m just saying you should learn to coexist,” Thelma said. “Harold and me live peacefully with the ghosts at our place. You can do
the same with yours.”
”That’s enough, Harold,” Ambrose said. “I think we’ve had quite enough of ghosts for one day.”
“Agreed,” Harold said. “But if you still don’t believe they exist, how about we have a seance in the Chinewrde Bedroom using the Ouija
Board you gave me?”
”Hell no,” Chuck said. “I’m not going nowhere near witchy stuff.”
”If ghosts do not exist,” Harold said, “then what do you have to fear from a letter board?”
Chuck looked at Harold for a moment, not knowing how to respond.
”Fine,” Ambrose said. “If it means you’ll stop going on about it, we can use your letter board.”
”Excellent,” Harold said.
”Now then,” Margaret said. “I believe we haven’t had dessert yet.”
”You’re right,” Ambrose said. “Ok, everyone, back to the dining room.”
And so the Percevilles and the Jacksons walked back to the castle to finish their meal.
Knowing the coast was clear, the girl reappeared through one of the castle walls, and continued skipping around the grounds, like she’d done for the past six hundred years.
Chapter 2
The group took an extensive tour of the grounds, but found no sign of the girl.
”Admit it, she’s gone,” Chuck said. “We lost her.”
His despondency was short-lived, however, when he observed the large trebuchet standing proudly in the middle of the Percevilles’
private island. “But I gotta get me one of those!”
“Now, do you accept that she’s a ghost?” Harold said.
”No,” Nancy said. “She must be out there somewhere. She needs to be returned to her parents.”
”She doesn’t, mom,” Thelma said. “She needs to be left alone. This is her home now.”
”You’re not suggesting we adopt the girl, do you?” Margaret said.
”No, I‘m just saying you should learn to coexist,” Thelma said. “Harold and me live peacefully with the ghosts at our place. You can do
the same with yours.”
”That’s enough, Harold,” Ambrose said. “I think we’ve had quite enough of ghosts for one day.”
“Agreed,” Harold said. “But if you still don’t believe they exist, how about we have a seance in the Chinewrde Bedroom using the Ouija
Board you gave me?”
”Hell no,” Chuck said. “I’m not going nowhere near witchy stuff.”
”If ghosts do not exist,” Harold said, “then what do you have to fear from a letter board?”
Chuck looked at Harold for a moment, not knowing how to respond.
”Fine,” Ambrose said. “If it means you’ll stop going on about it, we can use your letter board.”
”Excellent,” Harold said.
”Now then,” Margaret said. “I believe we haven’t had dessert yet.”
”You’re right,” Ambrose said. “Ok, everyone, back to the dining room.”
And so the Percevilles and the Jacksons walked back to the castle to finish their meal.
Knowing the coast was clear, the girl reappeared through one of the castle walls, and continued skipping around the grounds, like she’d done for the past six hundred years.
That is the end of Twixmas at the Castle. Thanks for reading.
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